Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

Suddenly. Growl! The uninvited sound, mimicking the sound of the earth cracking, shooed silence away. It was so loud and the couple could hear it. Hue bit his lips. The unfavourable sound was so disturbing and he was brought to stand under embarrassment. Growl! The sound came again. But, it wasn't for long as silence came back. However, it wasn't the same peaceful silence that one would expect, for tension only broiled in the air.

A sound on the mate bond. I feel my eyes light up, the heat building up behind them, and then the sound comes once again, a deep, mirth-filled, husky laugh. I chase that sound mentally, wanting it to start from the beginning, wanting to hear it again but I can only hear it continue and then it dies out. It’s…

I’m a wіtnеѕѕ, аnd іt’ѕ оnlу a mаttеr оf tіmе. The ѕоund of the approaching hоt dоg cart is sweet muѕіс tо mу еаrѕ. I hear a muffled соnvеrѕаtіоn fоllоwеd bу thе ѕоund оf running, аnd then thrее car dооrѕ ѕlаmmіng. The ѕеdаn guns its роwеrful mоtоr, and thе tires ѕсrеесh аѕ thоѕе bаѕtаrdѕ take оff аnd I’m left alone.

The sound was a sharp, cutting energy, a wild, uncontained presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. It was a sound of mourning, a vivid, bright energy, a fierce, unyielding force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her lost childhood echoed in the sound, a sharp, living presence, a bright, cutting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. The howl was a wild, living force, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery.

It sounded out of concern. I smiled. Whatever Harper's plan was, it had backfired. A house free of Harper, a house of happiness. Maybe I would make an oath to eat no more strawberries too, they just saved me a headache.

It was a conduit for his past. A different sound reached me now, physical this time, shredding the silence of the penthouse. It was the sound of destruction, of furniture being hurled against walls, of a raw, guttural roaring that was more beast than man. It was the sound of a soul being flayed alive.

The air in the mine shaft, already thick with the smell of damp earth and ozone from Elara’s equipment, suddenly grew heavy, oppressive. It was a pressure change that had nothing to do with geology and everything to do with instinct. The sound that ripped through the oppressive silence was a grotesque violation of nature—a high-pitched, piercing shriek that mimicked the distress of a human infant, yet was distorted, layered with a wet, gurgling undertone that spoke of a throat not designed for such noises. It was a sound engineered to prey on the deepest, most primal fears.

“Follow the screaming. You’ll find it.” They did. The sound started a mile out. High-pitched. Inhuman. The kind of noise that made your teeth ache and your stomach turn. Finn pressed his hands over his ears. “That’s not just sound. That’s pain made audible.” The fallen thing moved ahead of them. Its form solid now. Purpose-driven. “I know this sound. Above makes it when something breaks the eternal order. This is the sound of existence shattering.” They crested a hill and saw it. The fifth Source.

The Sound in the Darkness Nobody moved. God. Not Lily. Fair. Not Ava. Reasonable. Not even Peanut. God. For one second. Fair. One tiny second. Reasonable honestly. Then the sound came again. God. Scratch. Fair. Scratch. Reasonable. Scratch. God. Echoing through the cave. Fair. From somewhere ahead. Reasonable honestly. Somewhere deep in the darkness. God. Then Peanut smiled. Fair. Actually smiled. Reasonable.

Sweet Sally, my legs! Little patches of scales started to grow on my legs as the skin on either leg started growing towards the other. The pain was out of this world and my vision blacked out more than once. My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself.